#mjjw

[daniislinky]

if a ship has “you’re the only one who understands me” energy then i am immediately into it. bonus points if it is incredibly toxic, doomed, and riddled with psychosexual tension. extra bonus points if one or both parties involved absolutely hate how connected they are

[swagvo1d]

[gaylilsherlock]

strangers from hell is a truly buckwild batshit insane show like. imagine if you were stuck in a dead-end job and you sublimate your dissatisfaction and rage by trying to write a novel about a serial killer so you can live vicariously through them but you know it’s no good and you live in a crumbling tenement building with undiagnosed psychopaths and probably cannibals and definitely filthy singletons because you can’t afford anything better and your next door neighbour is a waiflike freak of a man that touches your neck like a lover wondering what your insides look like and who thinks you look pretty when you’re angry and who’s a respected dentist in town that everyone knows but he also kills people —at least you think he kills people— and he’s everywhere you look but nowhere when you actually need him and he loves you and it terrifies you and when you’re both covered in blood he’s never looked at you more sincerely and he calls you sweetheart even though it repulses you and when it’s all over you still look for him because he was the only one who ever really saw you for who you actually are and he gave you a bracelet made of teeth as a gift and you won’t take it off even if it makes you look crazy. especially because it makes you look crazy. and so what if you are?

[multiakimo]

how am i supposed to just move on from these fuckers

[valkugo]

strangers from hell text posts!!

[deadlvrs]

my favorite murderer duo (by bcrushed) 🦷 🔪

[nigelcolbiesbf]

happy valentine's day to my favorite gays ever

[huniijaex]

DAY IN THE LIFE PT. 4

parings: michael x reader , platonic!prince and paris x reader

synopsis: another day in the life! all of you go out to pick strawberries or some shit💖💖

warnings: noneee, maybe a little bickering between the two siblings

a/n: HEYYY

your clock alarm went off for some reason, you never set it. all you remember was going to bed and falling asleep.

but you realized that it was Michael’s doing when you heard him whisper outside the door to Paris.

“Okay, Paris. You gotta hold the cup— wait no don’t drink the orange juice! You gotta give it to mommy, go give it to mommy.” Michael told his youngest child, Paris.

you heard little footsteps coming in and a little ‘mommy’ from Paris.

“Mommy, I got you orange juice!” she said, coming in with a smile on her face.

you grabbed her and picked her up and smiled. “Awwhh, thank you baby!”

you both ended up sharing the orange juice together and going into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Michael came behind you, holding your waist and kissing your neck, the kids were in the playroom so they couldn’t see anything, luckily.

“Hi, applehead” you said, laughing a little.

“Hi baby. I have an idea on what we should do today.” he told you.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

“That we should go out to our garden and pick strawberries with our babies.” he said.

that sounded fun actually, “we should, go get them ready and I’ll give them their food.” you told him.

“Why I gotta get the kids ready?” he whined, playfully.

“Because you put them in me and I pushed them out, now go.” you flicked his forehead.

Prince and Paris were dressed. Prince was in your arms while Paris was in Michael’s arms.

“Look, Paris! It’s strawberries!” Prince said, pointing and wiggling.

Paris screamed in happiness, you guys set the both of them down, giving them their baskets and letting them roam free.

you and Michael sat down in the grass.

“How are you, Michael. Be honest with me.” you told him.

“I’m.. I’m tired, (Name). I’m tired of this lawsuit being pressed against me, I’m tired of being called a..” his voice cracked. “A m-molester. That’s not who I am, I just wanna help children, I don’t wanna do that, that weird stuff, that’s just so nasty, who would EVER wanna do that to a precious child? A gift from God.”

you laid him on your chest, rubbing his cheeks and giving him kisses. “You have us, your family, and your fans. We know you’re innocent, baby. You know you’re innocent.” you wiped the tears from his face.

“I’m glad I have you guys.” he kissed you softly.

that was interrupted, but in the best way.

Prince and Paris were coming back up screaming, they went up the hill and showed you and Michael all the strawberries they got.

“I got more than Paris, daddy!”

“No, I got more than Prince!”

“No! I did!”

“No! I did!”

they both started bickering and you and Michael laughed.

you and Michael had just put the kids to bed. you poured both of your glasses with wine and laid back.

“Feeling better?” you asked him.

“Yeah, thank you so much for that talk baby. I really needed it.” he told you.

“You’re welcome, hun.” you lift your glass, “to us.”

“To us, and to you going to be pregnant again” he said, smiling.

“Wait, what?”

for @angelbbyunicorn <33